Violette Backstory EN -

As a kid, she was the terror of the playground. Nobody wanted to play with her because she tended to be violent and brutal. She didn’t want it to be like that but she eventually liked scaring the other kids. She has always loved creepy toys such as voodoo dolls, scary clowns…

In an unexpected way, Violette became calmer than when she was young as growing up. She was still very introverted and aggressive when spoken to, well, to say, when it happened, it was either to get mocked or disrespected. She had absolutely no friends and spent her time in the playground reading or scribbling stories. She was a target for mockeries and any other type of bullying, and as she was defending herself and screaming, she was called crazy. At school, she wasn’t smiling, exept sometimes when she was reading? She wasn’t really following lessons, thinking that she doesn’t “want to work for that shithole place”. However, she was someone very optimistic, her little world of horrors was filling her heart. She had a good sense of humor and smirked easily during her wanders and walks. About going outside, it happened not so often because of her versatile mother accusing her of going outside too much then not often enough, to the next day grounding her inside… 

Her father was a laxist man who never said anything about nothing. Her mother was abusive and spent most of her time yelling at Violette. She wonders why her parents are still together. Violet’s father answers yes to basically anything, her mother is the authority in the house. She’s a woman who seems older than she is, marked by hard traits. She’s mistreating Violette because she would prefer her to be normal like girls her age, and denies her troubles and problems. She’s going to the point of hitting her sometimes.

On the internet, just like in real life, she was impulsive and had a sort of immature way to type, but not excessively. She started to navigate there at eleven years old to read creepypastas, play online, and she made a bunch of friends.

She always hated her name, so she preferred to go by Violette. Despites having neglective parents who were ashamed of her and wanted to shape and brainwash her, she developed her own personality. Most of the times she would hide in her own little world. She lived in a pitiful house where the paint was going off, the paper wall was not sticking well and were the bathroom had leaks which caused some parts of Violette’s room to be moist and wet. Her mother was a housewife to respect her precious stereotypes and her father was jobless, when he didn’t do shitty jobs. Violette suffered of an aggressiveness trouble which caused her to be gained by violent migraines and took out her rage on everything meeting her sight as long as it wasn’t human. She tried to talk about it to her parents but the only reaction she got from them were mockeries and “stop your bullshit you just want attention.”

By going on forums and online games Violette succeeded at making a little circle of ivl friends. In this circle was the pretty Mimosa. She was so similar yet different from Violette: Her thing was victorian and vintage fashion, and her favorite color was yellow. She had a great passion for animals and she liked horror stories too. She thought that psychopath’s minds were interesting to study and later she wanted to be a psychiatrist. Her and Violette became best friends. Violette had never met someone as nice and listening as her! Because Mimosa was a true angel. Always smiling, cheering, reassuring… And very, very beautiful. And smart as well! Violette trusted her entirely. She confessed all of her troubles to her and asked for help. Mimosa had a strange reaction, she said she couldn’t help her just like that, that she needed to see her in real life. Violette was excited by the thought of meeting her friend after all this time! She waited for the right moment to invite her, so to say a moment where her parents left for vacations they had in mind for some time already. 

     

Mimosa arrived and Violette had never felt her heart beat so fast! She was exactly the same as on the internet, just, flesh and bones more. Violette was a bit ashamed to make her stay in such a dump but Mimosa affirmed that she didn’t mind.

Violette helped carry her luggage to her room and offered to go buy some food alone and let Mimosa rest from her long trip, which she accepted.

When she came back, she was very surprised to see her in front of her computer.

Violette: “Uh… What are you doin’ on my computer…?”

Mimosa smiled. “But, Violette, i’m starting to help of course!”

Violette: “Are you looking for soluces on the internet or something? Not to sound rude but it’s not like I’ve already tried so many times. …. Wait… How did you even get the password?! Did you actually sneak in my stuff?!” 

Mimosa: “A-Ah, yes sorry I just couldn’t wait until you get home! I was kind of bored and looked forward to help you so badly my dear!” 

Violette succumbed to Mimosa’s puppy eyes. 

Violette: “ Uh well I guess you didn’t mean bad. Just ask next time, k’? that’s kinda wrong to ramble on people stuff and I really don’t like that.”

Mimosa laughed.

Violette : « Did I say somethin’ funny ? »

Mimosa: « Oh yes, you’re so funny Violette ! I’m so happy to be with you. It’s my first time doing that, you know?”

Violette, still soothed by this innocent and pretty face of hers, grinned at her turn. “Heh. I’m glad you’re feeling happy, despites being in this shithole, stuck with the purple weirdo…”

Mimosa: “Oh but we can fix that !”

Violette : “Fix what ? My house ? Heh”

Mimosa: “No silly, you of course!” she laughed again.

Violette: Okayy… That’s kinda rude… I mean, I may be kinda messed up but I ain’t like uh… Broken? “

Mimosa: « Oh come on, party pooper! » 

Violette : « Uh… Sorry… Maybe I need to chill out for a bit. I’m not used to having friends. Told ya. Uh… Sorry again… Just please leave my computer now. We can still do other stuff….”

Mimosa yawned loudly. « Actually, I think I’m going to sleep now. I’m sooo tired from this long journey! See ya! Sweet dreams!” 

And just like that, she left the room and went upstairs where her room awaited for her.

Violette had a strange feeling in her stomach, as if something was wrong in Mimosa’s behavior. She eventually shrugged it off and thought it was maybe just a slight difference caused by her now physical presence. She put on her pajamas and went to sleep as well. As expected, she couldn’t shut her eyes, just like so many nights. She went to her computer and tried to log in her password. 

Violette: “gee, I must be like, really tired. Let’s concentrate on my typing.” But she didn’t succeed. 

Violette thought: “Could it be that………. Mimosa changed my password?! The hell am I thinking…. She’d never do that. “

She went back to her bed and opened a book instead.

   

On the next day, she forced her door opened a bit. She saw Mimosa right away. 

Violette:”Hi. Had a good night?”

Mimosa: “yes.”

Violette: ”Say, uh, did you mess with my computer yesterday? Can’t log in, I’ve tried several times.” 

Mimosa: ”Oh yes I’ve changed it! “ She answered very naturally. 

Violette:”Uh??? And why in the world???” 

Mimosa:”I already told you! I’m going to help. To do so, a few sacrifices will be necessary. On the first hand, you won’t talk to anybody anymore besides me, but don’t worry, I’ll be there! I’ll put an end to all of your troubles… After all… I’m here to erase… The vermin crawling inside you…”

Hearing those words, Violette felt an uncontrollable thrill along her spine. She felt that for the first time; and this is What Mimosa seeked. However she tried not to let it show; she got her thought together, as impulsive as she was. 

Violette: “Show me…. Show me right now….. What the hell you did on it!!”

Mimosa laughed. “ Oh but, you’ll know it soon enough!”

Then she left the bedroom under Violette’s darkened sight crossing her. 

Violette rushed to her computer once again but then she thought that all attempts to log in would only lead to a locked computer ending up useless. She went to the house’s phone but Mimosa had cut the wire. She also left her phone on the table yesterday and found it without its SIM card. Anyways, her parents would never have believed her, and if they had interfered, they would have probably haunted Violette with that story her whole life, since Mimosa came here in secret. The doors were locked, Mimosa definitely had enclosed her. She was tranquilly sewing some fabric in the kitchen, cheerfully humming. 

Violette:” Give me back my SIM card!!!”

Mimosa: ”Uh… No.”

Violette: ”What if the cops come?” 

“Do you really think they would care about someone like you? Plus, look at yourself. You’re so scary to see, I bet they would take you and I, you know, can play comedy very well.” 

Violette, grumbling: ”Yeah I think I spotted that.” And she went the opposite direction. 

She entered her bedroom and wondered what Mimosa had in mind for her. She felt inside a strange mixture of feelings including fear, anger, sadness, and a heart breaking. 

She decided to be sure about that. She went outside her room, but Mimosa had left with the keys. When she came back home, Violette was asleep. The noise from the lock woke her up. She thought that now, her nights were going to be even shorter than usually. Her who always said that she feared nothing… Not even death… She was starting to doubt these affirmations. 

She was warried. Violette thought about what she could tell her tomorrow instead of trying to find some sleep, because she was too overwhelmed to succeed. 

     

The next day, she headed to the kitchen. She was determined to hide the fear she felt and let show way too much already.

Violette: ”Got the right to swallow something, O mighty savior Mimosa? Or did you plan to make me starve to death or somethin’?”

Mimosa: “Darling, If I were you I would avoid taking this tone with me. You’re just a stinky rat.”

Violette: ”Yeah whatever. So can I eat or not?”

Mimosa: “But, serve yourself, my dear. There’s enough in this fridge to last a whole week.” 

Violette grabbed a few edibles to cook without leaving Mimosa from sight, who was swinging on the kitchen chair with a foolish attitude. Then her eyes met Violette’s and they became glacial. 

Mimosa: “……… I sure have said a week, but who knows, you could die today.”

Violette had not understood. Mimosa placed her sight on the food with a malicious expression and smiled.

Mimosa: “You’re so dumb.”  

Violette boiled. She craved jumping at Mimosa’s neck and strangling her like a mere turkey. And if it was for anyone else, she would probably have done it. But feelings’ weakness made her powerless. She still wondered if any of this was truly real, that if the angel she once knew was really this Evil standing right in front of her at this exact moment. As a weaker wolf, there was a new alpha in the pack and it was not herself. Oppositely as her usual impulsive behavior, she just put back the food inside the fridge, and quietly left this room to go to hers and cry. She felt weak, humiliated and hated that. 

She was out of solutions but refused to give up. Even though she had no clue how she would win this war, with such powerful enemy. She thought that she could try playing with her ego to get her way. 

   

The next day, Violette took a serious tone.

Violette: ”Sit down, let’s talk.” 

Mimosa filled herself with a monstruous tantrum. She clenched her fist and hit the table.

Mimosa:” IM THE ONE GIVING ORDERS HERE!!! I DECIDE!!! YOURE NOTHING!!!! GOT IT??? OR ARE YOU TOO DUMB???” 

Violette: “Then if you’re so brilliant is there a problem talking with me? You could easily contradict me since I’m so dumb.” 

Mimosa surprisingly calmed down. “that’s right.” She said, smiling. 

Violette stared at her and thought in the gap of an instant that herself was maybe not so impulsive next to her. Violette mostly wanted to ask her questions, but she didn’t want to take a risk to specify this fact. 

Violette: So… What do you wanna do with me? Torturing and then kill me, ‘am right?” 

Mimosa: ”More or less, yes. You assumed well.”

Violette: ”But why…. Why….? I trusted you we… We were best friends forever!!! Why are you doing this to me I… I loved you i…. Love you…!” 

Mimosa laughed. “You’re so pathetic!! And dumb! God how stupid you are. Come, little lamb. COME.”

Mimosa went to the bathroom. Violette followed her. They were next to each other. “Look at you. Look at us.” She said. 

Violette stood still in front of the mirror. Mimosa wasn’t moving either. Was the glass dirtier on Violette’s side on purpose? The house was dirty for sure, but it’s as if the bathroom was divided in two, as if Violette’s side was dirty and ruined and Mimosa’s side which was rather clean. Violette did not understand. 

Violette:” Am I supposed to see somethin’? The mirror’s gross. I’m gonna clean it a bit, it’s all stained.” 

Mimosa let out a sight of satisfaction: ”Finally, you’re putting yourself in my shoes!”

Violette turned her head, confused.

Mimosa: “Your chicken face is to laugh out loud. You’re the stain, Violette! And I want to clean you from earth’s surface.” 

Violette: “Did you think you were god or somethin’??? You think you can decide who’s got the right to live or not?”

Mimosa: “Hum… YES! It can be said that way. Or that I accomplish a mission!”

Violette: ”You’re nuts.”

Mimosa: “Is that the reason why you love me? Or is it that sweet pair of mine that you don’t have?” 

Violette was caught off guard. Mimosa didn’t seem to make any sense anymore, so much that Violette squatted and hit her own head in panic. 

Mimosa:” What’s going on? Baby’s being whiny? And I’m the one you call nuts! Look at yourself, you’re gross! GET UP! Look at you Violette… You really are like your style… Dark… Depressing… Anarchic… Dreadful, Repelling! Corrupted! And your face, oh my god…” 

She put a hand on her face which was containing tears. “Your fat nose, your pimples, your weird teeth, your witch hair…. You’re as ugly inside as outside! Do you really believe that I would ever have been interested in such abomination like you a single second?!” 

Violette let go of her tears. “But I… Love you…”

Mimosa yelled at her. “ YOU’RE DUMB!! STOP CRYING AS IF YOU HAD FEELINGS! IM GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY! WE’RE GOING TO SWITCH THE ROLES, CRAZY! ALL THESE INNOCENT LITTLE ANIMALS THAT YOU KILLED JUST BECAUSE YOU WERE DOING YOUR STUPID CRISISES!! HAD FUN?? IF ITS SO FUNNY AND UNPUNISHABLE!! ANIMALS WORTH SO MUCH MORE THAN THESE STUPID DISGUSTING HUMANS! EXPECIALLY YOU THAT KILLS THEM!!! YOU HEARTLESS!! IM GONNA SHOW YOU WHAT ITS LIKE!!!... I’ll make them justice… And put things back in order. BITCH!”

And then, she went away, slamming the door violently. Violette stayed sat on the floor, crying.

She mumbled: “But… But I never was like that on purpose… She knows right I told her… So… That’s why she’s like that with me…? That’s why Mimosa hates me? If I were normal… Her and I would have been a dream… I’m just a freak…” She slapped herself on the face. “No. She’s the bitch. She’s the dumb one. I have to make her pay… Come on, Violette! You’re not a whiny victim, it’s not like you. You’re the one who stabs, not the one who gets stabbed. “

     

The next day, Violette got a bold movement. She went in front of Mimosa who was continuing a dress. 

Violette: ”You’re not scaring me.”

Mimosa: “Alright ?”

Violette : “you’re the monster.”

Mimosa: “As you wish.”

Violette : »What ? that’s it ?”

Mimosa: “Yup.”

Violette went away, definitely troubled by this girl. 

On the afternoon, Mimosa busted in her room and grabbed her wrist, clenching strongly. 

Violette:”Where are you taking me?!?!”

Mimosa:”We’re going to play!”

The main room was filled with cords. It could be guessed that this had been carefully prepared so it could tie someone bit by bit when being pushed in it, and Violette ended up being tangled. Mimosa cut the wires so only her wrists and feet would be tied up, leaving her unable to move and escape from it. She rose her up from the floor, then kicked her knee which made her fall down again. She tried to crawl.

Mimosa: « Crawl, crawl, dirty worm. Even they are not as dirty as you.”

She sat on her back so she couldn’t make a move. Violette felt her weigh crushing her thin bones, she heard it crack. Soon enough she felt something caressing her spine. Something that felt familiar. 

Mimosa: “Is it that toy you use to slaughter them? I found it and hid it as soon as I stepped in here. Your little hiding place was so easy to find. That’s not for no reason that I keep telling you that you’re dumb.”

Violette felt the blade under her clothes. She wondered if it was the end for her. The blade lifted and teared off her clothes. 

Mimosa:”Show the dirty worm that you are!” 

Violette opened her eyes wide. 

She tore up most of her clothes. Violette felt as humiliated as ever. She was frozen in fear. Mimosa dragged her close the staircase and tied the wires on the stair’s pole. She started throwing food at her. 

Mimosa: ”Even that way I’m not hungry for you!” She was laughing at her own jokes of terrible taste. 

Violette was done. Mimosa came closer. Violette was like lifeless. She untied the wires which had burned her wrists and she let herself fall on the floor. 

Mimosa: ”oh, so dramatic.”

She dragged her in her room. 

Violette stayed on her floor for what seemed an eternity. She had to admit it, she had lost this macabre and stupid game in advance. 

She was cold and hungry. She had always known misery and yet…? She thought that it was nothing compared to this nightmare she was living since… Some days? A week? This torture felt like an eternity to her, almost like a month. The hardest thought that haunted her daydreams was that she almost couldn’t wait for the fall of this cruel joke. 

    

She opened her eyes slowly. She was still laying on her dirty floor, she noticed, seeing her bed’s feet five centimeters away from her face. She hardly looked at her body. It was smelly, like rotten meat. It was still naked. She covered her mouth with her hands to cover her rough breathing noise. She feared to make noise and alert her torturer. She moved on the floor as much as she could with the few remaining forces that were left within her. She grabbed her cover and wrapped herself in it. 

When she got warmer, she attempted to go to the main room in order to go clean herself in the bathroom, but she heard Mimosa’s steps so she preferred not to. She turned herself and constated that the light that was lighting her room was from her computer, which was lit. She rushed on it. It was truly opened, unlocked. She didn’t think twice and rushed to her friends’ messages. She was shocked to see what Mimosa had done again… 

Her messages were starting with “What a shame to invite someone here, her house is scaring me so much, she warned me that it would be a little rustic, but I never even imagined that it would be so ruined!” Which was true in itself, so far. “Pfeh… I wanted her to come so much that I thought that if I told her everything, she wouldn’t want to come anymore.” Whispering these words, a “you’re dumb” from Mimosa echoed in her head. She continued reading. “Today Violette and I ate together, but she took everything for herself, look I’m taking this picture while she went to the bathroom!”

 “Bullshit.” Thought Violette who knew it was a ridiculous setup. It could go from childish complains like this to “I’m so scared here, Violette is so strange, Violette got mad at me and twisted my wrist when I just wanted to help her clean the ditches, I don’t understand, I didn’t think she was like that…” And of course everybody knew about Violette’s short temper, which made that they believed Mimosa. “Right that it’s better to blame someone who always showed her true nature instead of someone who always hid it…” she told herself. “Why do you think she doesn’t come to talk to you after these weird messages she sent? I was her target from the first start… I’m so scared I hope I’ll get out alive, my dear friends, I’ll try to message you as soon as I can now she’s under the shower… Blab la bla. Wait, what messages?!” Violette checked her own messages. Mimosa wrote some stuff at her place, impostering Violette. “I’m having so much fun with Mimosa, she’s so perfect and that made me realize I kinda lost my time with y’all^^’ So I don’t think we should keep on talking anymore in the future, sorry but it is how it is… Byebye!” Violette was mad against what was better to call former friends to be so blind. She started typing, tried to tell the truth, what else could she do, just stay here arms crossed? She sent the message on the group conversation, because it was the same thing since Mimosa knew all her passwords. 

“Hey everyone… I know it’ll seem weird n stuff but actually it’s Mimosa who’s acting crazy with me. I don’t wanna live anymore my friends please believe in me, you’re my last hope.”

….

----“Are you kidding us you crazy fuck?! We know who you are now… Leave Mimosa alone, fuck, what’s wrong with you?! You’re lucky she refuses to give us your address or else we would have called the cops already you damn freak… She has a heart, despite all the shit you’ve done to her she stills want to protect you?! You’re just a monster… And it shows with your pathetic message pretending with overall blackmail to suicide. You better keep your hands off Mimosa or else…..”

Or else nothing, because they couldn’t do anything. And still Violette felt more and more desperate. “Listen to me PLS!!! She did awful crap to me, she’s always insulting me and beating me up!!!”

----“You’re only repeating what YOU do to her! And believe me she told us enough and showed evidence! You’re really stupid enough to think we’re gonna believe in your lies?! So long, ANNE, we never want to have ANYTHING  to do with a sick freak like you anymore. Our only regret is to have lost our time with you. Having allowed you in our lives. Fortunately now, we’re correcting this mistake. Never talk to us again EVER.”

Violette was filled with sadness and anger. She tried to message them again but they had blocked her. “What am I doing now? What am I doing?!” the more the seconds passed the more she surrendered to a panic attack. She felt like a little rat wheezing in a cat’s claws, crushed in its paws, whose life was depending on the predator’s mercy. 

When she calmed down, she pushed the anger button inside her, as a last resort of life impulse. She had nothing left to lose, she thought.  Mimosa. Her friends. 

She opened the door. Mimosa was standing in front of her with her angel face, as usual. 

Violette: ” You won. Congrats.” 

Mimosa: “Ohhh how lovely ! Finally, you recognize my genius mind.”

Violette: ”Yeah but ya know, your plan is flawed.”

Mimosa smiled. “It is?” She seemed truly curious to hear something she knew was wrong, because in her mind, the game was almost over, she had almost won.” 

Violette: ”You… You took everything I had… So little that it was. You stole everything. My love. My friends. My pride my… Humanity. You made me lose the taste for life I had, and that goes against you, ‘cause now I’m not scared of you anymore. I’m not scared to die.” 

Mimosa: “And what are you going to do ?” She said on a very calm tone.

Violette: ”What I’m gonna do…?” She lifted her head. Her face was to give goosebumps. It was a monster that Mimosa wanted in front of her? She wanted Violette to be persuaded of it? She was going to be served.

She rushed to Mimosa like a bloodthirsty wolf. 

Violette:”…………….I’M GOING TO FUCK YOU UP YOU SLUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!” She screamed with a tremendous outer grave, rage-filled voice. 

Mimosa ran away saying: “You don’t have the right! You’re dumb! I’m calling the police and you’ll see what happens! Lay a finger on me and I’m calling!”

While Violette was stepping on the staircase, she saw Mimosa pianoing on her phone. 

Violette: “ YOU’RE THE DUMB BITCH! I don’t give a CRAP that you call the cops, your vermin friends, that you go cry your mommy your daddy the galaxy…. I’ll get you…. I DON’T GIVE A FUCK HEAR ME?! DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING!!!”

Mimosa was still running and once they were in the room upstairs and she was in the room, she saw it was the end. 

Mimosa: “come on Vi’… We were friends before… We can fix everything! Things got toxic but we can fix everything, each other on our own sides, and forget this ugly story! Look I’m going to type to our friends that it was all a silly joke…” 

Violette: ….”You make me wanna THROW UP literally…”

Mimosa:” But that’s true! I wanted to help you! I wanted to make you see that what you were doing to the poor little animals was wrong, to put you at their place, but now I realize it was not the best way to proceed…” 

Violette: ”……. SHUT…. THE……………………. FUCK UP!!!!!!!!”

Violette jumped on Mimosa, slapped her arm so she could drop the phone and strangled her with all her strength. With hers, Mimosa took a knife out of her dress and stabbed the blade in Violette’s leg. She screamed out of pain and let Mimosa go. 

Mimosa: “IM THE ONE WHO WINS!!! IM GOING TO WIN!!! IM NOT EVIL YOURE EVIL!!! YOURE A DUMB STUPID CRAZY BITCH!!!!” She pushed Violette against the floor and crushed her cheek with her foot. Violette grabbed her ankle and made her fall on the floor right on her jaw, which caused her to break a tooth. She took advantage of that to escape as much as she could because of the wound on her leg. It seems that the hit dizzied Mimosa because she wasn’t chasing her, which would have been easy due to her limping. Once she was in the kitchen, she went fast to open the drawers in order to find some sort of defense weapon. Mimosa seemed to have removed it all, so Violette kept on frenetically open everything at her reach. She lifted her head: she was hearing Mimosa starting to run again.

Mimosa: ”I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU!!! DIE!!!!”

And in her rush, she tangled her legs in her big Victorian dress, which caused her to fall on the staircase after sky gliding for a few inches. The knife she held in front of her slipped slightly off her fingers and at the end of her fall got stabbed in her own throat. 

Violette was out of breath. What the hell just happened?!?! She was out of reality for a long time now. She watched the inert body of Mimosa with wide eyes, breathing heavily, as if her nightmare couldn’t be ended so easily and that she expected this demon to somehow come back to life to keep on torturing her. She slipped on the floor slowly after some minutes. She couldn’t take her eyes off the cadaver spread not so far away from her, the blood tainting her carpet and repainting her kitchen red crimson. Tears came to her eyes. She hit her own head and cried in a ball rethinking about everything that’s happened. 

She was in a serious state of shock. A human body…? Moreover, belonging to the one she once loved, aside from everything she made her endure…? Despite of the fact that she was a monster…? She was there, laid, harmless, pretty… Silent… That was definitely different than animal’s death, thought Violette. What was she going to do now? She wondered. She could not open her mouth. The only sound that was coming off was panting. She was trembling, sweating, and her head was hurting. She could not stop anything, thoughts, this situation, reality, pain… Then her gaze wandered on the knife stabbed in Mimosa’s throat barely perceptible, hidden behind her blonde hair. Violette walked on her knees to her. She turned Mimosa’s body looking away the more she could, and withdrew the knife. What in the world was she even doing with that knife in her hands? She had no answer to that, as if her brain and body had been disconnected. 

What now? 

That question hit her head like on a tambourine. What was her life going to be like now? What had life reserved her after that? Worse? It was obvious that her former friends would witness against Violette and that she would end up in jail or in an asylum, living other tortures. And her parents? They were already making her life a living hell, so she could only imagine worse, they would probably kick her out, because obviously no one would believe the truth and even less her own parents. 

And Violette herself? She would never get over all that, she believed. And even though she -would-, she was going to be alone again. Friendless. She wouldn’t want any anymore ever, but couldn’t imagine a life without friends. This paradox was just making things even more complicated that they already were. No, she didn’t want that memory. She didn’t want to live with so much weigh. All this humiliation, this madness. She saw no way out, so she thought, crouched in front of the knife’s blade that she was caressing, feeling Mimosa’s warm blood flowing on her hands and staining her clothes. She looked around her in panic, as if in her delirium she was hoping for a miraculous last resort, a sign, an answer, someone, something to light something in herself where darkness had taken over…. And her eyes directed under the staircase. The wire that Mimosa used to tie Violette was stashed there, stuffed in her sewing kit. She grabbed it and mechanically went to the faucet. She opened it and felt the warm water on her fragile arm. Mimosa’s blood ran on the pipe and disappeared. She tied the wire into a tourniquet on her arm, pulled as hard as she could with her remaining forces and grabbed the knife.

She whispered:

“Who cares if that makes her win… I don’t want to play anymore.”